When Aldrian revealed that he knew about the poison in the tea, Patriarch Tang immediately launched an attack. He struck with a palm coated in a greenish-black energy, laced with poison laws strong enough to kill even a middle Emperor-stage cultivator.
However, Aldrian easily dodged the strike and caught his wrist. Suddenly, with his other hand, Patriarch Tang flung a handful of powder directly into Aldrian's face.
Grinning, Patriarch Tang watched with satisfaction. The palm strike had only been a distraction—the real attack was the powder. Once inhaled, it would activate the poison already in Aldrian's body, leaving him incapacitated and writhing in agony.
However, his grin quickly faded. Even after more than three seconds, Aldrian still held his wrist firmly, his expression calm—as if the entire exchange had been nothing more than a joke. Patriarch Tang's eyes trembled. He finally realized the truth: the poison had no effect on Aldrian.
"Attack!"
